Star Sky Professional
Chapter 725 - 623 The Battle Begins

Chapter 725: Chapter 623 The Battle Begins

"Black and White Protectors!"

The Poison Hand Scholar called out, and the Black and White Protectors immediately entered, their expressions tinged with disappointment.

They had thought the Poison Hand Scholar would directly destroy Fang Xing, this offending guy...

The White Dharma King was even prepared to recommend several cruel tortures from within the cult, but now it seemed unnecessary.

"From today, the Natural Ancestor joins us, preparing for the final battle against the sect alliance!"

The Poison Hand Scholar coughed lightly and said, "You two, upon meeting the Natural Ancestor, should show the same respect as meeting me..."

"What?"

The Black and White Dharma Kings exchanged glances, both finding it somewhat unbelievable.

Especially the White Dharma King!

She had always been ashamed of being defeated by Fang Xing, and now how did it turn around? Fang Xing became her superior?

However, this woman and the Black Dharma King were both smart, and after exchanging a glance, roughly guessed that Fang Xing had secretly joined the cult.

As for that old heretical lineage from the Outer World suddenly becoming the Divine Favored of the Great Destruction God, their minds couldn’t comprehend it and would not consider it from this angle.

"Alright, next, let’s look at the battle arrangements..."

With a cue from Fang Xing, the Poison Hand Scholar spoke, "Currently, the Seven Sects Alliance is based at the Blood Shadow Sect Mountain Gate, maneuvering with our army... Their high-end combat power includes seven Yang God True Monarchs... The Upper God Temple can perform the ’Summoning Gods Technique’, summoning a puppet patriarch of the Yang God Post Realm to entangle with me."

"And although the Flying Immortal Sect and Haoyang Palace sects have ancestors only around the Yang God Initial Realm, they possess treasures that stabilize their sect... Together, they’ve gathered the ’Six Treasures of Tranquility’, enough to contend with divine artifacts..."

"We have six Great Priests who need to arrange a ceremony in advance to barely possess the power of a Yang God..."

"In terms of military formation, although my side’s professional teams have an overwhelming advantage, their numbers are few, and forcefully attacking the opponent’s array still results in heavy losses..."

Fang Xing nodded continually as he listened.

The arrays in the Cultivation World are equivalent to ancient city walls. No matter when, attacking an enemy guarded by city walls always requires paying a heavy price.

Thus, there’s the saying that attacking the heart is superior, attacking the fort is inferior.

Of course, in the Cultivation World, it mainly depends on the outcome of the high-end combat power.

"The reason we haven’t initiated a decisive battle previously is because we lacked a guarantor of success. Now with the Natural Ancestor joining, whose cultivation is comparable to the Yang God Post Realm, he can kill several Yang God True Monarchs and establish the overall situation..."

The Poison Hand Scholar said.

"Yang God Post Realm?"

The Black Dharma King was startled, and the White Dharma King sighed inwardly, knowing she might never be able to take revenge in her lifetime.

...

The real great battle is imminent, and for both sides, all cards are almost on the table.

The various movements of the Killing Life Sect’s army were soon relayed to the sect alliance by spies.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, positioned strategically defensively, they have no choice but to prepare for battle.

Even preparing for the final decisive battle.

During this process, how many laudable deeds intelligence personnel from each sect performed, and how many casualties occurred on each front line, ultimately could only become figures summarized on the decision-makers’ desks.

...

Blood Shadow Sect Mountain Gate.

Inside a playhouse.

The True Person Xi Lian personally took the stage to sing, with various shadow puppets and paperman music troupes banging gongs and drums, creating a lively scene.

But for the Yang God True Monarchs below, it was just entertainment.

They seemed to enjoy the banquet, but in reality, various divine thoughts quickly intertwined, discussing:

"The Killing Life Sect has movements... There’s a thirty percent possibility that reinforcements have come again from Great Zhou!"

"Damn Great Zhou, is the Three Extremes Pass and the Changyuan Defense Line both blind?"

"Hmph, Great Zhou can’t wait to exile all heretics here, as everyone knows..."

"What about the remaining seventy percent possibility?"

Though the Blood Shadow Sect’s ancestor appeared like a ceramic doll, with two ponytails and dressed in a big red jacket, looking festive.

They responded, "The seventy percent possibility is that the Natural Sect Leader has joined them... This person is very formidable, I even suspect he has advanced to the Yang God Post Realm!"

"Impossible..."

An old man in gray beggar’s robes, chubby in stature, shook his head, "The limited resources of the Outer World, we would be surprised for a long time if there was another Yang God True Monarch... Yang God Post Realm? How did he cultivate?"

"And... under Qingmu the Old Ghost’s watchful eye? Hehe... That old ghost is truly useless..."

The Sect Master of Haoyang Sect, dressed like a scholar with a face like jade, with a solemn appearance, shook his head, "Daoist Qingmu’s Divine Skills are only for self-preservation and nothing special otherwise, no wonder Qingmu Ridge was the first to be driven to the Outer World..."

"Now that Benefactor Qingmu is dead, we should discuss the upcoming war."

An elder with a sallow face resembling a piece of withered wood placed his palms together, "We have already fed the eagles with our flesh, with six sects offering incense to the Upper God Temple. I wonder if it can summon more Yang God powers?"

The Hall Master of the Upper God Temple, dressed like an ancient sorcerer, with a hoarse voice, said, "After all, the Outer World is too small, and the population is too little... The recently accumulated incense and wishes can only mobilize three generations of ancestors to barely act for a period..."

The Upper God Temple is known for its Summoning Gods Technique, specializing in summoning various ’deities’ for assistance.

In fact, it’s the ancestral Yang God preserved by various secret techniques, and calling it a deity is just flattery.

If this were in the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, it would surely be brutally beaten by the Office of Astronomical Observations.

Moreover, the Yang God thoughts preserved by these secret techniques can’t be considered resurrection or longevity; they’re more like a type of ’Divine Soul Corpse Refining,’ and the activation conditions are quite harsh.

Even so, the Upper God Temple has deep foundations. If given enough divine faith and incense, it might be able to summon a demigod spirit—if any of its ancestral masters could reach such a realm!

"Hehe..."

Beside him, a Taoist wearing a black feather robe and a Taoist crown shook his head: "Brother Wu, your words are insincere. Our ’Three-Eyed Temple’ has dealt with your Upper God Temple for nearly a thousand years and naturally knows your temple has deep foundations. Every time you witness an alliance, you always collect incense talismanic money... Now in that Eight Treasures Merit Will Pond, how much ’incense money’ has been accumulated is unknown. We have been pushed to desperation, even offering up ancestral treasures to form the ’Six Treasures to Pacify the Heavens,’ yet Brother Wu, are you still holding back?"

The divine path can accumulate foundations as long as there is divine faith.

Speaking of which, considering the Upper God Temple’s ancient status, allowing the Feijian Sect to be the leader was originally quite strange.

Several Yang God True Monarchs exchanged looks, all feeling that the Upper God Temple was holding back.

"Alas... The incense money is our temple’s last capital. Once too much is used, it’s impossible to maintain the spirit realm of incense, and it’s likely that the ancestral Dharma Image of Divine Soul will dissipate..."

Hall Master Wu’s expression was very grim: "That was the foundation our Upper God Temple took out from the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, enduring countless threats of annihilation, yet we never dared to use it..."

"Do we have any retreat left now?"

The blood shadow ancestor, who looked like a porcelain doll, exclaimed: "After this battle, the land of our Blood Shadow Sect will be given to your Upper God Temple for preaching for a hundred years! And... I also have a few shadow puppets and papermen combat powers; as sect foundations, they will all be activated this time..."

"Alright, Blood Shadow has expressed willingness, I can’t be stingy either."

The Yang God True Monarch, who looked like a beggar, said: "Our sect has some ancient jade talisman treasures; they will be unleashed together to thoroughly disrupt the enemy..."

"Amitabha... Vajra Temple has three hundred Golden Arhats ready to support this battle."

The withered monk clasped his hands together.

"In that case, our temple also has a foundation left by ancestral masters; I’ll bring it along."

Black Feather Taoist likewise gritted his teeth: "This is the Killing Life Sect not wanting us alive... As for Brother Wu, if we several major sects are exterminated, do you think you will have a good ending?"

Hall Master Wu looked around, knowing each sect had been forced to reveal their final cards.

The blood shadow ancestor clearly understood the intent to squeeze some benefits last minute, but helplessly, as most of their domain was already conquered, was the most generous.

He sighed: "In that case, our Upper God Temple has nothing more to lose... At that time, incense money will be used without regard to cost, enough to reawaken an ancestral Yang God of the Post Realm... If Great Ancestor dares to come, definitely give them a surprise."

...

Several months later.

Blood Shadow Sect’s Mountain Gate.

Fang Xing flew over a valley with paperman slaves, and couldn’t help but feel emotional.

A hundred years ago, it was here he struggled to survive.

Unexpectedly, over a hundred years later, he personally led troops to flatten this place.

He steadied his mind and went to the front line.

The Blood Shadow Sect relied on a grand array for protection, with a Paper House Cave and a playhouse standing outside the array, forming a triangulated position.

In Fang Xing’s view, it resembled projecting citadels or fortresses during siege warfare...

In combination, it could inflict more damage upon the attacking forces.

Fang Xing’s gaze was deep, seeing within the grand array the countless Blood Shadow Sect disciples, and within the playhouse, one by one shadow puppets, and in the Paper House Cave, layers of papermen...

The Killing Life Sect’s enemies were far from just the Blood Shadow Sect!

The Killing Life Sect’s army was likewise arrayed in formations, with the core naturally consisting of five thousand protector guards.

Besides that, there was an auxiliary army comprising the Feijian Sect, Corpse Chasing Sect servant army, and mercenaries of loose cultivators...

When the count of men surpassed ten thousand, it seemed endless, and now the Killing Life Sect’s army appeared to be more than tens of thousands?

"Prepare to begin."

The Poison Hand Scholar stood on a high platform and calmly ordered.

Rumble!

Siege carts were pushed to the front lines. These siege carts appeared very ancient, still equipped with trebuchets.

Killing Life Sect believers, dressed in Great Priest robes, were praying before massive stones polished into spheres.

"Kill!"

Furthermore, several captives, following the prayers, were executed, using their blood to inscribe spells on the giant stone spheres.

Fang Xing saw a faint Spirit Light emanating from both the siege carts and stones.

Obviously, after a series of ritual blessing and blood sacrifice prayers, these siege machines had become temporary strange artifacts, capable of causing more harm to the array.

"Fire!"

With a command, the catapults let out a roaring noise.

Stones fired like meteors crashed into the Blood Shadow Sect’s array, exploding violently!

Countless terrifying energies and shockwaves swept through, triggering Fang Xing’s association with a ’Meteor Burst’!

War had begun!